I mean this is the best way possible. Brighton is weird. I had no idea. I just wanted to get out of London and the sweet older man at the front desk of my hotel said, “Go to Brighton!” I said, “Sounds good!” To be so close to London, the city exudes funk. Not that London doesn’t have funky parts, but this community has really embraced all things cool, neat, hip and indie. Whatever you call it :: it’s fantastic. It’s known to have one of the biggest gay communities in England, and lets admit, more often than not, they are pretty creative people. Anyhow, as soon as I stepped off train and wondered down one of its many and well-known narrow lanes, I walked into a record shop playing the best music. Soundtrack to a fun day of running away from rain, staring at handsome men and browsing through epic antique/junk store called Snoopers Paradise in the lanes. I’m not sure why but most people I told I went to Brighton asked why. Well, sounds like a great place to live, actually. They get lots of killer bands coming from London and the seaside location casts a very relaxed glow across the city. Looking back through the pics now just makes me want to dance, but I can’t because I was such a fierce traveler that now I’m sick. No dancing with headache, runny nose and sneezing.
Pebbled beach. Just a quick walk from all the main streets
There was a placard on this bench that read ::
“His favorite place in the world”
I totally see why :: said a little thought of appreciation for Erwin’s spot
I finally broke down and bought myself some comfortable shoes
I like vans because they look like keds. They weren’t selling keds at the store.
I never figured out what these are for :: maybe people sell things out of them at peak times? They stretch the water line.
The houses were a lot different than many of those I’d seen along the trip
Very white washed
The Pavilion in all its bizareness
It really was/is a palace
Crazy, right!! That wacky Prince Regent